Styles Brothers (A Dark Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

And it happens like that, my seatmates are the Styles Brothers, good thing they didn’t try ANYTHING on me, well except for smirking and grinning at me. And successfully I’ve came out on our university alive and kicking, because if they really do I might slap their faces. For their information I’ve studied self defense before. Why? I’ve been on a bully days before, you know in the common scenes, students bullying you and you had nothing to do because you’re weak that’s why I came up on learning some defenses.

I was throwing back while walking on the hallway, it’s already 7:30 a.m. and 10 more minutes, the bell will ring. Suddenly, I felt on my back pocket, my phone vibrates. It quite tickles me, oh God, next time I’m going to low the vibration. I open the message box, it was Daphne…

 

From: Daphne

Message:

Eya where are you? I hope you’re not waiting me at the shed ‘cause I’ll be late, I woke up just now, crap. Sorry girl. xx

 

I replied at her texting,

Message:

Yup, I’m on the way to our class. Hope you’ll not get in so much trouble getting attendance later. xx

 

Few more walks and I’ll be reaching the class and Daphne replied,

Message:

Hope you’ll not get in trouble too, with the Styles Brothers.

 

Just when I read her text, I bump on someone, again. Am I that clumsy? I guess I shouldn’t ask it anymore. Well, whose genius will going to walk while texting and suddenly bumps on someone and goes asking, “Am I clumsy?” Oh Eya! You’re such a horrible girl.

I look down to see who that lucky one is. But before I knew, he’s on his feet, I guess he didn’t fall.  I scanned from his feet, and obviously it’s a boy until I reached to his face. “Babe you’re pretty clumsy.” Holy mother-father. It’s Hazza. “Can you please STOP calling me babe? It’s not my name and I’m not yours. So shut up.” I said hitting the tone of annoyance. It irritates me more when I saw him smirk, “Babe you should say sorry to me because you hit me instead of acting that kind of manner” I just rolled my eyes at him and passes him but he caught my wrist and pull me, my back hitting his chest. I feel comfortable to the warmth of his chest, but wait, I shouldn’t think of that. I was startled when he kisses my neck, I was so annoyed and I face at him making me so close to him, but I push my hands to his chest and the distance between us increases. He lifts my chin up to him and tries to steal another kiss, but now on my lips. Before he could do that, the gravity around me sends my hand to Hazza’s cheek, a hard massive slap was heard by the people around us, me and Hazza. I know that it hurts, aside from the loud sound, his red and hand-traced cheek do speaks. “You’re brave” he said, palming his red cheek. Once more, he leans into my ears and whispers, “But I could change that.” I struggle to his hold that’s still holding my wrist and he let go.

*Break Time*

I sit on the chair that I and Daphne used to occupy, later on, a bag was placed on the chair in front of me, I tilted my head up and it was Daphne. “Nice girl.” She gladly spoke and sits on. “Huh? What are you saying?” I raised my eyebrows curiously.

“About Hazza.”

“How did you know?”

“News has wings.”

“Damn. Does everyone know it?”

“Yes like donkeykong 64.”

“Ugh. Horrible.”

“How did you do it?”

“Duh? Is it impossible for me to slap a boy?”

“Uhm. Eh. Quite no.”

I heard couple of whispers about what I did to Hazza, from my back, front, and side. Oh my gosh, I don’t think if I’m already famous or what. “Hey babe.” I saw Harry together with Hazza, Harry greeted me. The lads caught everyone’s attention and of course, went into a deep silence. They’re coming toward us, Hazza’s cheek still burning red, but he still smirks at me. They sit on my opposite sides, Harry on the left and Hazza on the right. Daphne’s eyes widen and her expression is like, ‘Oh-My-Gosh-I’m-Seeing-Angels’. I stand up and attempt to sit beside Daphne. “No. Sit down here babe.” Hazza said, staring directly into my brown eyes. “Do you want me to slap you again?” I attempt for the second time but again, it was fail. Harry pulled me down, “What’s the shit of hell’s wrong with the both of you?!” my voice exasperate to them. “Nothing babe, I guess there’s wrong with you, don’t you want us?” Harry’s putting his hands onto mine on the table. “Stop it.” I still complain but in a low voice trying to calm myself.

It took a couple of seconds until Hazza spoke up again, “Lad I guess we should give our babe a special gift.” Harry looks a little puzzle but he catches up when Hazza smirks at him, “Yeah lad.” My nerves are trembling, afraid to what they’re planning to me, the tremble feeling crawling down to my hands but I strongly fight it. They both stood up and Harry gives him a nod, and suddenly, Hazza hold my thigh, carries me up and rests my back to his shoulder, like bridal style. He smirks at me before they walk. “What the—“ “Shh babe. It’ll be fun.” Harry breaking my words.